Author: David McClary

“Forced March”
A violation of the conscience

I was born in 1941. I still have a vivid picture of Jewish prisoners forced to march to barbed wired prison camps. I can still see their frail, bony bodies with their torn clothes and hollow eyes. Hitler reigned from 1933 to 1945. I remember after the war, the Jewish boat people, trying to find a free land to settle in and being forced to turn away. Being forced to go in a direction against their conscience and will. Being forced to march to others’ wills did not start yesterday, it’s nothing new. In America today so far no one is forced to march to prison for their trust in God. But there are more subtle ways to march us there.

When I was birthed, God had already planted a homing device within my spirit, called a conscience. Sort of like a G.P.S. system, it always points to where Jesus is. Jesus is who I call the voice on my G.P.S. in my conscience. If I make a wrong turn, he always tells me to turn around and get back on the appointed destination. The problem is that there are many signs and people’s voices trying to subtly force me to march to another destination. The destination is the most important thing in our existence. This is not a game. The devil started in the Garden of Eden when he told Adam and Eve that God did not say you couldn’t do whatever you want to. If you eat of the tree of good and evil, you will be as smart as God. This was a subtly forced march for all creation, away from God. Man has been on a forced march, violating his conscience ever since. This world is full of wrong turns against the conscience intended to avert our direction to our ultimate destruction.

I saw a commercial on T.V. this morning; it was for a credit card, “The black card”. The road sign said “Life without limits”. As to say, you can spend all you want or have anything you want. What it doesn’t say is, look for the road sign that says, “Buy this great deal so you can miss some payments and then I can raise your interest rate to 28% and force you to make me rich”. A forced march to bankruptcy. Anything to keep you from your destination. Forced marches always lead us to a different destination. God gave us all a free will. No animal, bird or mammal has a will, only man.

I am reading Joseph Bondarenko’s book, “The KGB’s Most Wanted”. In 1962, he was forced to march into a K.G.B. office in Russia and go to prison, for loving and preaching Jesus. His own conscience would have never forced him there, but his enemies did. By the way, this happened while I was on a troop ship coming back from Germany to America, to be discharged from the army. This was not a hundred years ago. His conscience or his homing device stayed strong and continued to point in the direction of Jesus. He was released many years later and still points to Jesus everyone who will listen.

There is a great forced march happening in America today, called political correctness. This shames people to go in a direction, contrived by hell itself. One point of it is about who will go to Heaven or who will go to hell. I will take one example from many. We all have sons and daughters that we want to grow up straight and true. The creator of them said, no one who willfully practices homosexuality will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. These are His words, not mine. This is a very serious matter for those that we love. Political correctness says this practice is normal, God says it’s not, they were not created that way. The nondiscrimination laws say, you can’t discriminate between good and evil, normal or perverted. These laws, when enacted, may have meant well during the slavery days, but has ballooned out of control. I wonder who put up this road sign and why? If political correctness says it’s ok and God says no, what is the end destination for the ones we birthed and love. God is not willing to see our sons and daughters go to that destination and I’m not either. Our children’s homing device is still pointing in the direction of Jesus. Pray that your son’s and daughter’s conscience would be bright, alive and attentive. The conscience, told enough, that wrong is right will become seared, like a piece of burnt steak, and cannot hear well any longer. To have a part in searing the conscience of another is a very serious matter. The conscience again, is the organ that makes us aware of God and His way. There are many other examples of this sort. Confusion and doubt about what is right or wrong is their goal.

We all have a will, given to us by God. We can be forced to other destinations or we will follow our preprogrammed destination to Jesus. God wrote His way and His law in all mankind’s heart. When we do wrong, we know it immediately and when we do good, we know that too.

The winds of political correctness continues to roar in America. Its’ goal is to destroy the God built foundation. When hurricane Camile roared with winds of 130 miles an hour into the Gulf coast, many houses were gone, but their foundations remained. Many houses are gone in America, but it’s foundation is still solid and God will rebuild on it.

If you find yourself forced to be at the wrong destination, you don’t have to like it or stay there. If your house has been swept away, you still have your foundation that God made, your conscience, not made by human hands. It holds the seed of new direction, new life and a new destination.

PS: The conscience in you, is proof that God made and loves you, for it always points you to Him, your promised destination.

David McClary
“A voice from the Mountain”

Seeing the un-seen

Seeing the un-Seen

While I was watching an old western movie this morning, a cowboy was riding through a stand of woods where all the trees were leaning to the left at the same angle. Now this was natural, but not normal. If the trees were seen individually, this would seem normal, but all the trees leaning this way was not natural. The un-seen thing in this case was the wind. Wind that could do this was natural but not normal. For years after a hurricane, you could still drive along the highway and see telephone poles leaning at the same un-natural angle. Scars last a long time. Now back to the natural and the un-natural. Jesus is like the wind in that he moves in the natural world but can’t be seen. Those that have been blown, walk at a different angle. They saw him during the wind and are never the same again. What we see matters, what we don’t see matters also. The angle we walk in matters, for us and others. Our scars matter, it’s our badge of experience for the next un-natural, un-seen wind.

The wind 2020: Why?

There is a great wind blowing over our land and the whole earth, in the natural. Its name is Pandemic or Covid-19. It’s un-seen to the naked eye but can be seen under a microscope. So, it’s normal but not natural because it doesn’t happen very often. It’s natural because we live in a natural fallen world. The things we see every day, in many cases, we think are normal, Jesus says is not natural or normal. We disregard His natural designed law as unnatural and do as we please. We make laws legalizing un-natural things. God’s natural design law is designed to protect us not to harm us.  Adam ate the only, the one thing in the garden of all the rest that God said would kill him. The God of nature and natures God are one in the same. He designed natural law that never changes, such as gravity. We like to say what goes up must come down, true or false? We used to raise sheep; one was named Alice. She always stuck her head through the fence to eat. A dog almost ate her head off once. The fence was designed for protection, not restriction. When a nation or the world disregards God’s Designed laws of protection over a long period of time and teach their offspring to do the same, natural wind begins to blow. Natural designed law broken enough, brings natural destruction on its own. It doesn’t need any help from God. When the natural winds blow hard enough the natural world should listen. The Laws designed by natures God never change and at the proper time in history, as needed in different ways these laws are re-enforced through direct Revelation and this is one of those times. This is a time of great trouble, sickness and death and is the hardest wind I have ever seen in my lifetime, but God is not in the wind He is in a still small voice, call, then listen. Trust and cling to him in the wind. We will lean with a different angle from now on and forever. In our life on this earth we must see the un-seen, as in the case of the virus, we must use a microscope to see it and fight it. In the case of the wind, we must view it through God’s viewpoint. We only see the natural, but He sees the supernatural. We can’t fix the natural if we don’t see the supernatural. When we have that direct revelation from God, we all lean at the same angle, with the same purpose. There is a national time of calling to “Hunker Down and Pray” until the wind subsides. This is a time for Gods’ natural laws of protection to become normal again.

David W. McClary

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“The Sleeper”

(An Allegory)

The sky was a beautiful light blue, with feathery white clouds. The air was crispy that day next to a lake surrounded by cat tails. A young man lay back against a cherry tree, slumbering, a slight smile on his face. He looked so peaceful I almost hated to wake him, but I must for he was in great danger and didn’t know it.

Now, my name is “Vision” and my job for “The Most High God”, is to wake up sleepers. I stood on “The Great Highway” which has its’ beginning in a small village called Pentecost and has no end, it goes on forever. It’s called highway because it’s higher than anything ever built and it’s how you get to a far away place called “The Promised Land”. Now the name of the highway is simply called “The Way”.  It’s built perfectly straight with no curves. There are yellow lines on each side of the highway to warn of the drop-off, there are two yellow lines in the middle that means, no passing. The highway is reserved for a peculiar people called “The Church”. Now there are those that walk along beside the Highway just off the drop-off, called “Spectators”. They are always tripping over stuff and falling. They think they’re on the highway, but they really aren’t.

As I looked down at the young man we will just call “Sleepy”, I thought, it must be tough to walk around blind, to see, but not to see. Oh well, that’s just the way it is. I gazed at him sternly and his eyes began to twitch. His head shook from side to side and his eyes popped open. He looked around and jumped straight up to his feet. The sky was black, the lake was dark and smelled putrid, the grass was dark brown as if dead.  He began to run, tripping and falling over stuff. As far as he could see, it looked like a huge junk yard, everything looked blackish gray and colorless.  The sound was terrible with loud screeching, dogs growling and people moaning in pain. “What is this?”, Sleepy began to scream, blood running down from his cuts and bruises. He suddenly whirled around and saw me standing on “The Great Highway”. “What is this he screamed again”? “Why”, I said, “don’t you recognize your own hometown, Sleepy”? “Who are you?” he said, “And my name is not Sleepy”! Then Sleepy looked at “The Great Highway” in amazement. It was high over his head and had color. There was the sweetest sound coming from many people walking and skipping along the highway. They were all going in the same direction. They were beautifully dressed, laughing and singing, it was magnificent.  Sleepy looked at me again and chokingly said “What is that”? “Why, it’s the real world that you can’t see, while sleeping, Sleepy”, I said. Sleepy looked around and said,” Why is there color on the highway and not here?” “Because they live here and not where you are” I said. “You live in the “Fall” and they live in the Resurrection”. “They can see what you can’t see while they are awake and want no part of it. You are so used to it you don’t see it while awake. Remember those nightmares you have when asleep, well, this is not one of them. Your nightmares are more like the place where you live than you think. When you wake up, look around more carefully.”

“Do you remember seeing the school shootings on TV, the horrible storms, the gang wars, the broken marriages, the home invasions, drug addiction babies, the lies and deception in Government? They are the dark junk you keep tripping and falling over. On your best day by the lake and the cherry tree, all this was going on. You think it’s normal and that’s why you don’t really see it. All this came with the “Fall”, it was never supposed to be this way. What is the “Fall” you ask? The first two humans that the “Most High God”, made where Adam and his wife Eve. Well, the first piece of junk, dark and lying, walked into the beautiful garden and convinced them that they could see as well as “The Most High God”, if they would only follow him. Everything around them suddenly turned dark and their descendants have been tripping and falling over junk ever since. Man is now always seeing, but not seeing. Many years later, “The Most High God” sent “Jesus”, His Son, the forgiver of the sin of seeing but not seeing and all of those that really saw Him, followed Him out of the “Fall”. They are those you see on “The Great Highway””. Suddenly Sleepy was under the cherry tree sleeping again. The sky was blue, and the junk was hidden from him. “The Great Highway” also was hidden. Sleepy began to groan and jerk. His eyes opened, he jumped straight up on his feet and looked around. He looked at his arms, no blood, no bruises, no junk, all was bright and beautiful. He spun around, but there was no highway. “But it was so real, why can’t I see it. It was so real; it couldn’t have been a dream”. Then Sleepy, fell to the ground and said, “I can’t see you “Most High God”, but I want to, let me see”. Then in a blink of an eye, he was standing on “The Great Highway”, everything was bright, crisp and clean. He began to dance, skip and sing with the others there. As he moved along, he could see the dark black junk yard on both sides of “Great Highway”. Every now and then, he would hear a familiar sound, a moan coming out of the “Fall”. There was a gate on the side of “The Great Highway”. The sign over the top read “The Shepard’s Gate”. The gate would open for the one that heard the moan. He was given permission to go out to the sound and help them to see.

PS: OH, “Sleepy was given a new name”, “Samuel” (The Seer)

David McClary

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“Reason”

I can’t for the life of me figure how to build a dog house or understand how any human could. I guess my master can’t either, but I think they’re supposed to be able to reason, whatever that means. I can’t figure this, because I can’t figure, cause I’m a dog. But I have eyes and ears, I can see and hear. I don’t get cold much, but on this day, I was. I wish I had a dog house. I don’t know why it feels so good when my master pets and strokes my head, but it does. I needed that so much today. I had never been so cold in all my life, and I can’t figure why. I had been laying here in my front yard for three days. My eyes were getting dim and I could barely hear. Continue reading ““Reason””

“Phaneroo” —

The word “Phaneroo” means Manifest, which means, to make visible, to appear, to uncover, to be made bare, to reveal. As to a cargo ship, there is a paper called a manifest that tells what is in the ships hole that’s being transported. We can read the manifest to understand what is there, but we must visibly see it to be certain. We can look around us and see many things that were not here at one time, but are now made manifest. In the beginning God made the earth, it was without form and void and one thing at a time was made manifest that we now see. We at times think that these things were always here. The cargo on the ship wasn’t always there, someone had to put it there. So, for something to manifest, it had to not be there at one time and now is. Continue reading ““Phaneroo””

“The Jackal” and “The Trumpeter” —

There was a great Lion that roamed through a land called Air. There was none like him, He was known as King of all. Once he was attacked and wounded, his attacker thought he was dead so he left. The attacker was a large ugly creature that resembled a Jackal. He laughed hideously loud. It sounded like children crying and people in agony, with their voices going up and down, shaking as one who can’t catch his breath. He was known as the prince of the power of the Air. After a while he sent back a few of his offspring. They looked and laughed just like him. They were to make sure the King was dead and if He wasn’t they were to stay there and pester Him until He was. They were to laugh, condemn and shame Him. They all danced, jumped around and around Him with their shrill screaming-crying’s. Suddenly, the Great Lion stood and roared so loud that it covered the sound of the screaming’s. The jackals jumped back in fear, running, but not fast enough. A great paw came around and killed them all. At a distance the king of the jackals screamed in horror at the sight of his offspring’s violent death. He swore to torment and kill all the Great Lion’s offspring forever. The Jackal disguised himself as a beautiful Lion to fool the Great Lion’s offspring. His looked like sweet innocent lion cubs, but inside were deceiving jackals. He sent them throughout the land of Air with orders to seek, kill and destroy all the Great Kings’ offspring. Continue reading ““The Jackal” and “The Trumpeter””

“A Yearning”-

Out of the blue, suddenly, without my help a yearning comes over me. It could be a yearning for a car, or a home, a tool, something new to learn, a destination, etc. Where do yearnings come from? What are good yearnings and what are bad ones. Which one builds good results and which one tears down. Which ones are a lust and which ones are genuine? Continue reading ““A Yearning””

“Euroclydon”

There is a great plan in the earth, to make Godly men out of little boys and Godly women out of little girls. In our society, today, we all seem to want to stay young. God says that gray hair is a sign of wisdom and it only comes with age. The reason being, it takes a long time and a lot of real life experiences to become wise. Some are easy and some are hard.  They both have great value. We don’t seem to notice the easy ones as they happen, but the big ones we remember well, and are changed forever. It seems that the big experiences come on us all a sudden. They seem to always catch us off guard. Continue reading ““Euroclydon””